under the bridge
struggle
every rose has
berserk
the hell out of
with the flow
bright red
that bridge (when we'll get there)
in the air
the line
away with
shed
against the flow
the rush
fight
in the park
in your side
come hell or high
your fingers
and downhill
about
and tuck
a record
it in the bud
battle
down memory lane
around the bush
paths
off a duck's back
in the flesh